This is a song about "Skiing with ian"

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

There's nothing this idiocy compares with,

With rock, shock rap with doc

It’s hip-hop, not pop

With third dimensional shapes with no means

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

With some methamphetamine

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Die with hope, live with virtue

I can't ever change without you

And that i spent the night with her

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Red dots cause i’m red hot

With rock, shock rap with doc